|The drive was beautiful -- narrow roads through wooded canyons...|
|...and velvet hills.|
On the way back, I noticed a small cemetery as we driving along -- in the middle of nowhere. We pulled over and explored. Brett and I love walking through old cemeteries, reading the headstones, and imagining the stories.
|The rain started coming down as we walked amongst the gravestones.|
|34 years old. How sad is that?|
|The graveyard looked abandoned; all overgrown with crumbling headstones.|
|But there were also a few more recent headstones, like this one from a World War II vet. I loved the iris.|
Back at the Cass House, we dried off and relaxed with some wine and cheese (complimentary) before dinner. The dinner was awesome. Truly awesome. Four courses, -- four imaginative, artistic, delicious courses - with a wine paired to each course. It was one of the best meals we've had and we've had some doozies in France and here in the US (French Laundry, etc).
The dessert "ants on a log" sounds strange but it was amazing. The celery sorbet was light and refreshing and the different parts played like a symphony. I'm not kidding.
Sunday morning was sunny and cold with a high surf warning. After another great breakfast, we walked over to the beach to check out the waves. On a normal day the surf looks like this (picture from Saturday morning):
|Notice how far below the pier the waves are breaking.|
|Just to the left of this photo there were two pier supports, broken and washed up on the beach. Yikes!|
Needless to say, we didn't venture out on the pier. Nope, we went back to the inn and relaxed on the front porch until it was time to check out.